(The weird thing is, nobody can figure out how they managed to run the red light at Franklin and Eldorado. It’s not some little back street, “oops, that was a stoplight back there”, it’s the huge intersection of U.S. 36 and U.S. 51, five lanes north-south, five lanes east-west, stoplights out the wazoo, not to mention plenty of other traffic, on a Friday “cruisin’ Eldorado” night, to give you valuable visual cues. Just stoned, is what we’re figuring. Totally wasted. Just drive right on through, Jack–oops, there’s a cop car in the way…Bam.
Oh, and the statie was OK, briefly hospitalized for observation and then released.)
